Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Yeah, it was raining fruit again.

That was fine. Normal, even.

Topher was just going to sit under the desk with his laptop (with a large sign on the desk directing any customers to where they might find him) and wishing that today's fruit rain wasn't apples. Those things hurt.

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani's day got off to a rough start. She had to climb up to the hayloft to retrieve something and got a nasty surprise when she found two gremlins canoodling in the hay. It was a good thing she had a pitchfork handy to put between herself and the gremlins.

As far as she was concerned, anytime you could take on two gremlins and not get bitten was worth celebrating. She was going to take it easy and hang out by the paddock, where Kally was busy dancing a jig after getting bitten by two fleeing gremlins.

[Open]

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

In theory, there were a million and one things that Jonothon needed to be doing in order to prepare for auditions for the autumn production. Auditions which would happen... soon, most likely. He still needed to touch base with Troy on that one, busy as he'd been between radio, teaching at the school, and beginning to sneak off for New York again to train with the New Warriors.

Yep. Plenty of work to be done.

Which was exactly why he was hovering in his office, cross-legged with his eyes closed, listening to, of all things, some mellowed-out classic country.

He was a man of very varied tastes, and not every day could be a Pearl Jam day.

[Open, and OCD-free, wheeee.]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

All April wanted to do -- literally, this was the one thing -- was read her book. There was an annoyingly loud puppy back in her apartment that she completely did not find adorable at all actually really liked but needed some space from, so when she got to the bar, her one and only priority was reading her zombie book.

Unfortunately, Tino was in tears over the loss of the barista's love, so that was proving difficult.

"I'll fire you if you don't shut up," she lied, lacking, as she did, the power to fire people, but Tino kept up the sobs.

Fandom Island Gazette, Saturday

[all-the-news.livejournal.com]

Carl was just coming back from delivering the week's paper when he heard a shuffling and a small whimper. Looking over, he saw a small pup nuzzling and pawing desperately at one of the red and white ball things he'd seen (and written a rather stunning story about, if he didn't say so himself) all over town Thursday. "Hey. What are you still doing here? I thought you all ran off Friday?" Thought and reported. Look, it had been a slow news week, okay?

The pup perked up when Carl spoke and rolled the ball towards Carl's feet, then looked up at him to give a low, mournful whine as if asking for help.

Unfortunately Carl didn't speak dog; his experience mostly tended to be along the lines of !!RUN AWAY!!GONNA KILL ME!!RUN AWAY!!

Still, he picked up the ball and examined it. Nothing special; it seemed to be just an oddly coloured plastic ball. It almost looked, he thought briefly, like it could open at the middle and in turning it, he did find what seemed to be a button. Pressing it did nothing, however. There wasn't even a 'click' sound.

Carl finally shrugged. "Sorry dog, I don't really have time to play with you; go home, okay?" And he tossed the ball over his shoulder, causing the pup to stop whining and howl softly as it toddled off after the obviously favoured toy. Carl began to fumble in his pockets for his key but soon felt a soft thud against his shoe. Looking down, he spied the puppy awkwardly rolling the ball against his feet. Again. He ran a palm over his face.

The pup seemed well fed and friendly. And it obviously had a beloved toy... Carl opened the door, then picked up both the puppy and ball. "Okay, look. You can come in and maybe I'll kick the ball around a few times. Then we find out who you belong to and get you home. Understand?"

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 15

[nookiepowered]

So apparently "But Mister What is on and I want to see if they stomp any steampunk spiders" did not trump "Tiny, you don't seem to understand what I'm saying here. There is not a pizza guy outside my door. There is a pizza outside my door. Both of my doors. A giant pizza. Slapped up on end outside each door. I can't get out of my house."

Rassenrumblefrassen. Bo didn't even have a house; she had a hardware store. And now Tiny was hungry for giant pizzas.

And watching Mister What on a small portable TV set up at the bar. You'd get served; you would just have to put up with a lot of distracted staring at the screen and the occasional mutter about how The One At The OK Corral Where Mister What Had A Toothache was better.

[OOC: Tiny is here for your drinking and dancing pleasure. I... napped way too damned late and now my brain is mush.]